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Nia's Tangled Tickles
🕑 Added 2024-02-02 00:14:29 +0000 UTCCW: Twincest, 18+
“Nia?” Nina called out, pressing her way through the lush and vast Valdion Forest. The petite elf girl scampered over fallen logs. Her bounds were nimble and athletic, her mother's bow tapping against her back with every lunging step. She kept a watchful eye out for her sister. Nina peered through dense flourishes of flowers and berry bushes. Birds and vibrant winged creatures fluttered through the woodland air, scented with the allure of a fresh, seasonal bloom. A small stream trickled playfully to one side while a light breeze shifted the branches above her lavender crown.
“Nia?” Nina repeated. She traced her twin sister's normal gathering path, going where she knew Nia always liked to pick flowers and gather fruits. Before long, she began to hear the shrill echo of Nia's cries. Her ears perked. Her face darted toward the wind. Nina reached behind her to grab onto her bow and rushed to follow the sounds of the screams. “Nia! I'm coming!”
Nina huffed, racing through the woods and weaving through the trees. She and Nia knew the forest well, growing up not far from the streams and brooks that carved through the land. She ducked under branches and hurdled over logs with a fluidity that rivaled the mighty Harron River. She lept toward the familiar, bellowing shrieks of her sister with ease, her heart pounding more from worry than the physical exertion strained against her lithe figure. Low, thin twigs broke against her bare arms and leather tunic. Her lilac hair bounced against her back, braided in a loose bind. Her feet, bare to remain in constant contact with the land beneath her, landed gracefully in her stride through clusters of leaves and atop sturdier branches.
Nia’s screams grew louder and louder as Nina approached the scene. Nina stopped upon finding her sister and learning the true nature of her predicament.
“Naaaaaahhhhhahhahahahahahahahahaaa!! Let gaaahahahahahaaooo!!” Nia cried out. Nina stumbled upon the small elf entangled in a cluster of vines and roots at the base of a large tree. A fit of light, fluttery laughs rang out as she twisted and writhed in place, the tips of the tendril flora swiping against her bare skin with a ticklish flourish. Her robe had been torn away, exposing her physique; far more weak than that of Nina’s while still demonstrating their naturally identical nature. Several vines kept Nia’s arms and legs spread while more swiped against her skin like eager fingers. The enchanted tree shifted as it feasted on the elf’s delicate laughter and ceaseless squirming. Nina smirked as she witnessed her sister’s ticklish plight, slipping her bow back into its sling.
“Caught on the lycamore again, I see,” Nina said. She giggled and blushed, watching Nia’s naked body shifted and writhe endlessly in place. Nia’s hair had fallen from its symmetrical braids. Her skin shined with a fine layer of sweat and heated rouge. The tips of the vines dug into her slender armpits. More traced down her ribs and flicked at her small, delicate nipples. A root wrapped around her waist and scribbled inside of the girl’s navel. More roots protruded from the ground, binding her ankles at the base of the tree and brushing against Nia’s highly sensitive elven soles. The feathery stroke of a single flower swiped against Nia’s exposed slit, its petals shimmering with Nia’s own dew.
“Eeeeekkkhhehhhahahahahahahaaa!! Gethhheeehe it aaaahhhhhhffffhhahah!!” Nia said, her face beaming with deep red tones. Nina stood back and watched. She bit her lip, observing her sister writhing with her own tortured pleasure, a sight she had witnessed many times before. Nia’s delicate frame and naive nature left her often the victim of the forest’s eronivorous flora and fauna, feasting off of the arousal of their prey for nourishment. Nia and Nina knew the forest and its threats well enough to develop a somewhat symbiotic relationship with their needs, yet Nia remained more frequently ill-equipped to free herself from the pitfalls of her own curiosity.
“I don’t know,” Nina said. “Looks like you’re having a pretty good time. I’d hate to ruin that for you.” The flower between Nia’s trembling thighs licked at her lips. More roots rose from the ground to scribble like fingers against the girl’s trapped soles and toes. Numerous vines lowered to assess the captured meal, swiping the tips of their tendrils across Nia’s bare chest and belly. Nia’s laughter rose. She panted, her head shaking side to side as Nina watched on, soaking in the burn that emanated from her sister’s condition.
“Pleeehahahahahahahaaase!!” Nia cried out. Nina could tell by her tone that any effects of enjoyment that Nia had gotten out of playing with the tree had faded into desperation and exhaustion. Still, Nia was a beauty, a wonder of creation, even in her sweaty, quaking state. Nina came closer. She withdrew a dagger from belt and began cautiously cutting at the vines holding her down.
“Fine, but you owe me,” Nina said. She sliced through the vines and roots that held her sister down against the base. The ones tickling retreated at the threat, leaving Nia slumped against the trunk sucking in deep breaths of air. Nina bent down next to her. She laid her arm across Nia’s shoulders, allowing her sister to lay her head against her. Nia breathed deeply as she weakly held onto her savior, her bare body warm to the touch. Nina eyed the remains of the torn robe laying beside her.
“Th… thank you… Ni Ni…” Nia panted. Nina smiled. She stroked Nia’s back and lowered her head to kiss Nia’s cheek. She felt the warmth of Nia’s arousal against her lips. Nia pressed her thighs together tightly as she balled up against her sister. Her lips raised in a soft smile.
“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Nina said, lightly scolding.
“I… I’m sorry…” Nia said.
“It’s fine,” said Nina. “But I told you that you want to come out this way, just ask and I’ll come with you.” Nia giggled.
“I thought I could… I don’t know, get out, if I needed to,” Nia said. Nina sighed.
“Oh Nia,” Nina said. She reached down and scooped her arm up underneath Nia’s legs. She lifted her sister in a sturdy carry, Nia’s hands clenching at her tunic. Her eyes sparkled wide, staring back at her beloved sister. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Okay,” said Nia, smiling back at Nina. Her teeth pressed against her bottom lip, wearing a noticeably coy grin. “B-but… but first… could we…?” Nina paused for a second before chuckling and smirking back at her.
“Okay,” Nina said. “But only if you promise to stop coming out here alone.” Nia snuggled closely up against Nina, laying her head sleepily against her shoulder. Nina started off back toward their village. Nia closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling gently as she recovered from her ticklish ordeal. “Or if you must, you wear your own clothes, at least. I can’t keep buying new robes.”
